I think we can take it as read that my favourite part of The Velvet Underground is Mo Tucker. She used to send me Christmas cards. So obvious, I apologise.
What would you rather listen to? Something that might turn out to be Sparks or The School or something that’s undeniably Pearl Jam?
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself.
Some folk may contend she’s been hanging out with the wrong people recently. Not from where I’m sitting.
Brisbane. It’s scrappy. It’s hot. Our idea of entertainment is to have our photograph taken with Santa in the local shopping mall. Yet it’s home.
I don’t buy that whole kind of “Brisbane is shitty” thing. At the level of underground activity, I’m really positive about this place.
The ‘some of this’ that reminds me of The Diskettes is winning way over whatever ‘part of me’ is calling them out for being hippie scum